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Sad Hesper o’er the buried sun And ready, thou, to die with him, Thou watchest all things ever dimAnd dimmer, and a glory done: The team is loosen’d from the wain, The boat is drawn upon the shore; Thou listenest to the closing door,And life is…
I trust I have not wasted breath: I think we are not wholly brain, Magnetic mockeries; not in vain,Like Paul with beasts, I fought with Death; Not only cunning casts in clay: Let Science prove we are, and then What matters Science unto men,At least…
Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, not as one that weeps I come once more; the city sleeps;I smell the meadow in the street; I hear a chirp of birds; I see Betwixt the black fronts long-withdrawn A light-blue lane of early…
Contemplate all this work of Time, The giant labouring in his youth; Nor dream of human love and truth,As dying Nature’s earth and lime; But trust that those we call the dead Are breathers of an ampler day For ever nobler ends. They say,The solid earth whereon we tread In…
O days and hours, your work is this To hold me from my proper place, A little while from his embrace,For fuller gain of after bliss: That out of distance might ensue Desire of nearness doubly sweet; And unto meeting when we meet,Delight a hundredfold…
Is it, then, regret for buried time That keenlier in sweet April wakes, And meets the year, and gives and takesThe colours of the crescent prime? Not all: the songs, the stirring air, The life re-orient out of dust Cry thro’ the sense to hearten trustIn that…
Now fades the last long streak of snow, Now burgeons every maze of quick About the flowering squares, and thickBy ashen roots the violets blow. Now rings the woodland loud and long, The distance takes a lovelier hue, And drown’d in yonder living blueThe lark becomes…
Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail Against her beauty? May she mix With men and prosper! Who shall fixHer pillars? Let her work prevail. But on her forehead sits a fire: She sets her forward countenance And leaps into the future chance,Submitting all…
‘Tis held that sorrow makes us wise; Yet how much wisdom sleeps with thee Which not alone had guided me,But served the seasons that may rise; For can I doubt, who knew thee keen In intellect, with force and skill To strive, to fashion, to fulfil…
High wisdom holds my wisdom less, That I, who gaze with temperate eyes On glorious insufficiencies,Set light by narrower perfectness. But thou, that fillest all the room Of all my love, art reason why I seem to cast a careless eyeOn souls, the lesser…